(Bruce Springsteen song) Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too. Down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do. Now there's trouble bustin in from outta state And the D.A. can't get no relief. Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade G And the gamblin commission's hangin on by the skin of his teeth. Chorus: Well now ev'rything dies, baby that's a fact D But maybe ev'rything that dies, someday comes back. Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City. Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay. So I drew what I had, from the Central Trust And bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus. Chorus: Solo: Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay. Now I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers. Honey last night, I met this guy And I'm gonna do a little favor for him I guess ev'rything dies, baby that's a fact C But maybe ev'rything that dies, someday comes back. Put your hair up nice, and sit up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City. Meet me tonight in Atlantic City. Meet me tonight in Atlantic City. questions? [email protected]